The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 888

Chapter 888: The Name That Didn’t Fall

Ideally, it shouldn’t.

But for the particularly "blessed," some things just couldn’t possibly be ideal.

Like the way they were suddenly passed around.

Elior and Rahil weren’t exactly sure what was happening. But they couldn’t help but feel odd about the entire situation.

To begin with, the Prince had wondered why his aide—who normally would have pestered him to go back the moment anyone mentioned checks or inspections they never particularly sought out—was surprisingly silent this time around.

For one, despite this fact being unbeknownst to the Elven Prince, the aide had been convinced they should at least stay and see what these people thought about his master’s condition.

Second, it would be inaccurate to say that Rahil had been silent the entire time. That couldn’t be further from the truth, because the irritating elf had been snickering nonstop while they waited off to the side.

Elior might have looked like he had been dragged through the deep end, but even in that state, he could feel Rahil’s amusement like a physical presence.

Given how freely his aide was laughing at him, it was clear he didn’t have enough tasks to occupy his time. Increasing Rahil’s training schedule suddenly sounded like a very reasonable solution. If the man were busier, perhaps he would be less inclined to scorn him.

Rahil, on the other hand, was gripped by a sense of impending doom and made a valiant attempt to stop shaking.

As expected, it didn’t work.

Every time he remembered how the Princess had once again insisted on carrying his master to the makeshift waiting area, his body betrayed him and started convulsing all over again.

It really wasn’t about her asking, but it was about his master agreeing.

"..."

"Pfft!"

"..."

Prince Elior, a man who would never normally be caught dead in anything remotely compromising, had been carried bridal style not once, but twice in a single day.

Even when his master was in the throes of passing out because of pain, the stubborn Prince actually opted to crawl instead of being handled. So, imagine what today probably felt like.

When else would Rahil be able to see such a scene?

Interesting question with an interesting conditional answer. If they survived, he would likely see a lot of it.

Of course, survival would require enduring trials they had never imagined when they woke up that morning, thinking they would merely scout the area and maybe stare discreetly from afar.

But the true ordeal began when they were greeted by the first inspector.

"Hello," the man said cheerfully. "Theo Belgrave."

It was, to put it mildly, nerve-wracking.

Not because Prince Elior was about to be subjected to a medical once-over by strangers they had not performed background checks on, but because the man had actually introduced himself.

Shit.

The thing about most royals, Princess Kira included, was that they were accustomed to being known. Anyone who valued their lives would likely be aware of the established rulers. Given that, introductions rarely went both ways and almost always flowed in a single direction.

It was probably an unsettling feeling to have everyone just know who they were, but it just came with the territory.

However, what had long since stuck with him was that when Prince Elior had still been the reigning heir, he actively avoided asking for names from the people he spoke with.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care or was uninterested. Rather, he understood how burdensome formal introductions could be due to the expectations and etiquette that followed. Sometimes, they could even be downright dangerous.

Especially when Prince Eren was involved.

That madman had perfected the art of weaponizing etiquette. He would punish people without ever lifting a finger, letting his guards deal with those who failed to show what he deemed "proper" respect.

Worse still, he would then step in afterward, acting as their savior, as if he hadn’t been the one who instigated such a practice.

A monster, really.

But Elior wasn’t like that. So why were they both sweating bullets because Theo had introduced himself?

Simple.

It was because Rahil, for once, hadn’t prepared for this particular scenario.

They had versions for when shit hit the fan or when they were playing for Eren’s ear, but they didn’t have a battle plan for when they were to meet the friends of Prince Elior’s fiancée.

They especially didn’t have a plan for when they’d be this up close and personal, right in front of a place littered with identity scanners.

What was their cover story? Names? Or at the very least, roles?

Normally, they would have agreed on something before meeting people. After all, that was what sane and threatened beings in hiding should be doing. But they seriously hadn’t expected to meet anyone today, and now he wasn’t sure how to position themselves.

But to his surprise, his boss introduced himself as,

"Hello," Elior said calmly. "I’m Elior Severin."

"And this is my assistant, Rahil."

The aforementioned assistant, unfortunately named Rahil, nearly panicked.

But not really because his own name had been given away. Instead, he almost swayed to the side because the Prince was just a name away from revealing his identity as Elior Severin Aetheryon.

"!!!"

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